“And Christopher was mad with us! He was like a bear with a sore head
after you left, and insisted upon going up to town on Monday just for
the day; he came over here on Tuesday, didn’t he?”
“No, he did not,” I was obliged to say, and I felt cross about it
still, I don’t know why.
“He is a queer creature,” said Lord Robert, “and I am glad you have not
seen him--I don’t want him in the way. I am a selfish brute, you know.”
I said Mrs. Carruthers had always brought me up to know men were that,
so such a thing would not prejudice me against him.
He laughed. “You must help me to come and sit and talk again, after
dinner,” he said. “I can see the red-haired son means you for himself,
but, of course, I shall not allow that!”